My heart can be soft as rabbit's fur sometimes.
Perhaps that's why i try so hard to protect and conceal it.
But oh... what joy does come (at those times) when i can reveal it.
Oh... to those days
when knights in shining armor come to slay my dragons
and then carry me away.
And Oh... to those emotions that still can rise within me
to make me feel that same way.
It's a beautiful song we sung;
a rare and ancient one -
from a long ago far away place.
i'm not sure from whence or where it came;
but i know it didn't come from Earth.
And i know we weren't ON Earth...
while we were singing it.
it's like open heart surgery -
when someone touches your heart.
Though the skies may be gray -
there is still joy in this day;
lifts a moment into the air
and holds it there...
until we laugh.
Sometimes it's nice to walk while we talk;
it just seems to set the pace for thoughtful conversation.
Walking with Chi…
is like leisurely strolling down a flower-bordered path
gracefully canopied by sentry trees - providing a delicate sunbath
and always, she opens a door
and invites us to explore
memories of different times and places,
of thoughts and possibilities, and echoing familiar traces
of connections and roots – all a part of our Being
gently stirring this one to expand – ahh, so freeing!
Wonderful thoughts, Chi. Thank You!
Have always loved your writings....
Walking with Peg...
i love your imagery too; your writing too. Soft Grin...
Like your "Listen to the Music" and your "Dream Walk"
Beautiful writings Peg.
Shuuuu, hear the silence.
There is so much volume
Within the silence.
What is it that we are
Supposed to hear
On this turn around?
I feel us all reaching out
Embracing each other
In this time of reckoning.
And joying in the simple
Reckoning, that we are not
There ARE times when silence is quite beneficial.
Only then can we hear the raindrops melting the snow
and FEEL and SENSE and SEE the clouds drifting by slowly... until suddenly!
they reveal a most breathtaking blue.
Time then -
to find that pen. Ha!
Any pen... will do. :)
Walking:The beauty of the world
My walks take me past the beauties of the world.
Past the tense greens of the grass on guard,
for children who run like rivulets, streaming past the planet
on wings of wonder.
My walks embrace my beauties of the world.
I watch my sons fly past the trees,
I hear the warbling of my little bird of a girl
Who cheeps and giggles and tickles the world with her song.
My walks focus on the beauties of the world.
The blurry sky comes into focus,
The colours sharpen for me as my foot touches threads of life
That wind along the ground
Connecting us all,
The beauties of the world.
I'm not a poet but you have all inspired me :).
I'm not sure what the protocol is regarding sharing blogs but I have a walking blog that I would like to share if people are interested...
Ummmm ..... excuse me? I beg to differ, dear Jade, but yes ~ you ARE a poet! And your poem took me out of MY world for a few moments as I digested it .... and that is a GOOD thing ... that is what genuine poetry does!
I LOVE Chi's and Peg's and Deb's (and so many other throughout these threads) poems --- and now your's as well.
Thanks for sharing, Jade!
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